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    Whiteout: Lt. Taylor Jackson
    Whiteout: Lt. Taylor Jackson
    Whiteout: Lt. Taylor Jackson
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    Whiteout: Lt. Taylor Jackson

    By J.T. Ellison

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    Join Nashville Homicide Lieutenant Taylor Jackson as she races to find a deadly assassin who's seemingly blended in with the blizzard.
     

     

    Metro Nashville Homicide Lieutenant Taylor Jackson has reluctantly agreed to take the place of her fiancé, FBI profiler John Baldwin, as a presenter at the annual Freedom Conference, a foreign intelligence initiative attended by the best in the business of "clandestine services." Then a blizzard effectively isolates their hotel on Chesapeake Bay: no power, no generators, and no possibility of outside help. When two guests go missing, and one of them is found dead in his room, Taylor discovers an assassin amongst the spies—one with a deadly score to settle. 

     

    "Whiteout" was previously published in the three-part novella STORM SEASON with Erica Spindler and Alex Kava. It is the prequel to the Taylor Jackson novel THE WOLVES COME AT NIGHT.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTwo Tales Press
    Release dateOct 29, 2015
    ISBN9781519934048
    Whiteout: Lt. Taylor Jackson
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    J.T. Ellison

    J.T. Ellison is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of more than 25 novels, and the EMMY(R) award winning co-host of the literary show A WORD ON WORDS. With millions of books in print, her work has won critical acclaim, prestigious awards, and has been published in 28 countries. She lives in Nashville with her husband and twin kittens.

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      Whiteout - J.T. Ellison

      WhiteoutWhiteout - A Taylor Jackson Novella

      WHITEOUT - A Taylor Jackson Novella

      © 2015 © 2021 by J.T. Ellison

      ISBN: 978-1-948967-39-6

      Cover design © The Killion Group, Inc.

      All rights reserved. No part of this text may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

      This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imaginations or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

      For more works by J.T. Ellison,

      visit TwoTalesPress.com or JTEllison.com

      ALSO BY J.T. ELLISON

      Standalone Suspense Novels

      It’s One of Us

      Her Dark Lies

      Good Girls Lie

      Tear Me Apart

      Lie to Me

      No One Knows

      Lt. Taylor Jackson Series

      The Wolves Come at Night

      Whiteout

      Field of Graves

      Where All the Dead Lie

      So Close the Hand of Death

      The Immortals

      The Cold Room

      Judas Kiss

      14

      All the Pretty Girls

      Dr. Samantha Owens Series

      What Lies Behind

      When Shadows Fall

      Edge of Black

      A Deeper Darkness

      A Brit in the FBI Series,

      Cowritten with Catherine Coulter

      The Sixth Day

      The Devil’s Triangle

      The End Game

      The Lost Key

      The Final Cut

      Amazon Originals Short Fiction

      These Cold Strangers

      CONTENTS

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Chapter 11

      Chapter 12

      Chapter 13

      Chapter 14

      Chapter 15

      Chapter 16

      Chapter 17

      Chapter 18

      Chapter 19

      Chapter 20

      Epilogue

      What’s Next?

      The Wolves Come At Night Sneak Peek

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      About J.T. Ellison

      About Two Tales Press

      The wise man in the storm prays to God, not for safety from danger, but deliverance from fear.

      – Ralph Waldo Emerson

      ONE

      October 9, 1987

      Annecy, France

      1900 Hours

      My father’s screams echo in the small car.

      "Monte, vite, vite. Angelie, baisse-toi! Baisse-toi!"

      My head hits the floor just as the window shatters. Blood, thick and hot, sprays my bare legs. I wedge myself under my mother’s skirts, her thighs heavy against my shoulders. Somehow I know she is already dead. We are all dead.

      Flashes of black.

      Their voices, two distinctly male, one female. Another, a stranger’s call, silenced abruptly with a short fusillade of bullets. The would-be savior’s bicycle smashes into the side of our aging Peugeot. His body catapults across the hood onto the pavement beyond and his head hits the ground; the crack sounds like the opening of a cantaloupe, ripe and hard.

      My father, his life leaving him, slides down in the seat like a puppet cut from its strings. He’s whispering words over and over, faintly, and with the cacophony in the background I can barely hear him. I risk a glance, wishing I’d not. The image shall never leave me. Red, pulpy and viscous. He is missing half his face, but his full lips are moving.

      "Si toi survivre, cherchér ton Oncle Pierre. Je t’aime de tout mon cœur."

      I hear nothing but the first words. Panic fills me. Though I recognize what is happening, the reality has just crept in.

      Si toi survivre. If you survive.

      I want to take his hand, to comfort him, to tell him I am there, that I, too, love him with all my heart. I reach for him as he dies. He shakes his head, trying to implore me to stay hidden, not to move. He isn’t even speaking now, but I can hear his words in my head, like he has transferred his soul to my body for these last fluttering moments, has given himself up early to crowd into my body and try to save me.

      Undeterred, my hand steals across the gearshift. I touch the cold skin of his thumb.

      A roaring in my ears. There is pain beyond anything I’ve ever felt, and I go blank.

      TWO

      October 8

      Nashville, Tennessee

      0415 Hours

      Homicide never sleeps. At least that’s what Taylor Jackson told herself when the phone rousted her from a moderately deep slumber, the first decent shut-eye she’d had in a week. She’d finally crashed at 3:00 a.m., succumbing to the two-to-three hours she normally managed on a good night. The sheets were tangled around her legs, so she rolled to Baldwin’s side of the bed, used a long arm to snake the phone off the hook.

      Who, what, where, when, and, most importantly, why?

      Homicide detective Lincoln Ross didn’t miss a beat.

      Me. Your wake up call. Your phone. 4:15 a.m. Because you told me to get you up so you didn’t miss your flight.

      You’re fired.

      Excellent. I’ll charter a plane to the Bahamas right now. See ya.

      She yawned. Okay, okay. I’m up. You downstairs?

      A faint horn sounded.

      On my way.

      At least no one was dead. Not yet, anyway.

      Jeans, boots, black cashmere T-shirt, leather jacket, ponytail, Carmex. Three minutes flat. Take that, Heidi Klum.

      Two hours and three Diet Cokes later, her somewhat caffeinated body in an exit row window seat, the 737 rushed into the sky. She watched the ground fall away and asked herself again why she’d agreed to do this. The invitation had been the fault—now, Taylor, be nice—the inspiration of her fiancé, John Baldwin, whose place she was taking at the Freedom Conference, a small foreign intelligence initiative that met annually to hear about the latest tools for cyber intelligence and information gathering. The professional makeup of the conference was specific to clandestine services, but some civilian law enforcement officials attended as well. Baldwin had been set to speak about using behavioral profiling as a predictive analysis for terrorist attacks against the United States, and was featuring the case of the Pretender, a nasty serial killer who’d killed dozens in his bid to ruin all of their lives.

      To ruin her life, as well.

      Only a year in the past, the moniker conjured chills and made her throat tighten.

      Dead. He’s dead. Stop it.

      Baldwin had been called off at the last minute to deal with a skinner in Montana—what was it about these freaks who liked to remove their victims’ skin?—and Taylor had agreed to take his place at the conference. She had his notes, his slideshow, though she was thinking of skipping that—there were crime scene photos from Nashville that showed her own bloodstains, and pools of her best friend’s blood. She didn’t know if she was quite ready to see them at all, not to mention plastered, bigger than life, on a presentation screen for an entire audience to see.

      It had been interesting to see his analytical write-up about the case. It was so cut and dried. Like there were no other options. In Baldwin’s world, everything that transpired was a foregone

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